Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several PersonsJacob Tonson, at Shakespear's Head over-against Katherine Street in the Strand., 1722 - 284 pages |
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... Face , and cleave the yielding Deep , Which foon becomes the feat of fudden War Between the Wind and Tide , that fiercely jar : As when a fort of lufty Shepherds try 2 Their Force at Foot - ball , care of Victory Makes them falute fo ...
... Face , and cleave the yielding Deep , Which foon becomes the feat of fudden War Between the Wind and Tide , that fiercely jar : As when a fort of lufty Shepherds try 2 Their Force at Foot - ball , care of Victory Makes them falute fo ...
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... Face ; The reft refign their Courage , Skill and Sight , To Danger , Horror , and unwelcome Night . The gentle Veffel , wont with State and Price On the fmooth back of Silver Thames to ride , Wanders aftonish'd in the angry Main , As ...
... Face ; The reft refign their Courage , Skill and Sight , To Danger , Horror , and unwelcome Night . The gentle Veffel , wont with State and Price On the fmooth back of Silver Thames to ride , Wanders aftonish'd in the angry Main , As ...
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... Face of Death affright : Next to the Pow'r of making Tempests cease , Was in that Storm to have fo calm a Peace . Great Maro cou'd no greater Tempest feign , When the loud Winds ufurping on the Main For angry Juno labour'd to deftroy ...
... Face of Death affright : Next to the Pow'r of making Tempests cease , Was in that Storm to have fo calm a Peace . Great Maro cou'd no greater Tempest feign , When the loud Winds ufurping on the Main For angry Juno labour'd to deftroy ...
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... Face : Yet , that his piece might not exceed Belief , He caft a Veil upon supposed Grief . ' Twas want of fuch a Precedent as this , Made the Old Heathens frame their Gods amifs . Their Phoebus fhou'd not act a fonder part For their ...
... Face : Yet , that his piece might not exceed Belief , He caft a Veil upon supposed Grief . ' Twas want of fuch a Precedent as this , Made the Old Heathens frame their Gods amifs . Their Phoebus fhou'd not act a fonder part For their ...
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... Face disclose : Such cheerful Modefty , fuch humble State , Moves certain Love , but with a doubtful Fate As when beyond our greedy Reach we see , Inviting Fruit on too fublime a Tree , All the rich Flow'rs through his Arcadia found ...
... Face disclose : Such cheerful Modefty , fuch humble State , Moves certain Love , but with a doubtful Fate As when beyond our greedy Reach we see , Inviting Fruit on too fublime a Tree , All the rich Flow'rs through his Arcadia found ...
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Page 38 - Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 62 - THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 106 - Great Julius, on the mountains bred, A flock perhaps, or herd, had led : He *, that the world subdued, had been But the best wrestler on the green.
Page 257 - For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 50 - So every passion but fond love, Unto its own redress does move : But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his own designs ; Makes him lament, and sigh, and weep...
Page 121 - Whether this portion of the world were rent By the rude ocean from the continent, Or thus created, it was sure design'd To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Page 122 - Through every land that near the ocean lies, Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use.
Page 58 - That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. Had Echo, with so sweet a grace, Narcissus' loud complaints returned, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burned.
Page 124 - A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Whom the old Roman wall...
Page 64 - While in the park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear : When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers, With loud complaints they answer me in showers. To thee a wild and cruel soul is given, More deaf than trees, and prouder than the Heaven ! On the head of a stag...